They came with bells at break of day With iron keys and words to say With holy books held to the breast And questions laid against the chest They asked the forest who had spoken They searched the fields for charms and tokens They marked the doors, they named the sin They feared the things they couldn't see within But deep beneath... Beneath the elder tree the old earth kept its memory The roots went down, the stones stayed still The moon looked on beyond the hill [Twilight interlude] She knew the names of leaf and thorn The time to gather, time to mourn The plants that soothe, the plants that sting The prayers whispered before spring They called her wicked, called her strange They tried to make her spirit change But fire can take a house apart And never touch the stubborn heart So when the Witchhammer fell The forest answered like a bell Not with a curse, nor cry, nor plea— But with the rising of the trees And every spring, beneath the green The mark of what had once been seen Still sleeps beneath the moss and stone A warning written in the bone: "You may break the hand that holds the spell You may silence the tongue as well But what the earth has taught the wise will find another mouth, another time" The old ways wait beneath the ground Where roots remember what they've found And when the moon is full and bright The witches walk again at night No hammer falls. No bell is heard The forest keeps the final word © 2026 Groovy Monster. All rights reserved.
